Hush your footsteps, whisper low,”—
The Dying Soldier: By Philula. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. ’63.)
“I am dying, comrade, dying,
Ebbs the feeble life-tide fast,”—
Dying Soldier Boy: Air, “Maid of Monterey:” by A. B. Cunningham, of La. (Alsb.)
“Upon Manassas’ bloody plain, a soldier boy lay dying!
The gentle winds above his form in softest tones were sighing;”—
The Dying Soldier, or The Moon Rose O’er the Battle Plain: An admired song composed for the pianoforte: published by J. W. Davis & Sons, Richmond, Va., 1864. (R. B. M.)
“The moon rose o’er the battle plain
And smiled from her dark throne,”—